Page 59 of Finally, His

Richard was right. Somewhere deep inside, she believed Wayne could still get to her.

Marcos pushed him forward. “Sit.” He pointed at a chair. When Wayne didn’t move, Marcos roughly pushed him into it. At least it was a good distance from where she and her Master stood.

“Hey. Watch yourself,” Wayne growled.

She swallowed hard. This scene was surreal as if she was on the outside looking in.

Familiar faces surrounded her. Not a single person was unknown to her. How much time had passed? Did the place empty that quickly? Then again, when the Dominants in the room wanted something to happen, it did.

“Thought you were taking out the trash,” Richard said calmly to Marcos.

Wayne tried to spin. “Fuck this. I’m leaving.”

“I said sit your ass down.” Sat him down again like he was in the naughty corner. “Wouldn’t want to violate the restraining order, would you? Five hundred feet.”

“There’s no such—”

“There will be in about twenty more minutes.”

Richard glanced over at Carson.

Carson lifted one shoulder. “Guess it pays to know an attorney.”

Derek smirked. “And judges.”

Restraining orders meant little to someone like Wayne. She’d had them on him before, and they hadn’t worked. What were they thinking? What was Marcos thinking? Bringing Wayne there at all?

Marcos looked straight at Richard. Something unspoken passed between the two of them.

“Make him pay,” Marcos finally said.

Richard nodded once. He then settled into the chair and patted his knees.

A spanking, seriously?

“Go ahead. Roll your eyes at me,” he smiled at her and held the belt up. “Only one thing can stop this, and you know it. Tell me what it is.”

She tipped her chin, not understanding.Oh. “My safeword.” Something she didn’t have with Wayne.

“Very good.”

Two small words that instantly filled her with warmth. She settled across his lap, her ass up in the air. Strong legs and a hard erection pressed against her stomach. Such a familiar setting, yet not. Still, as if on cue, her legs ached to spread. Despite the emptiness in her soul, one thing remained. Her mind may have emptied, but her body responded to being handled by him.

He placed his hand on her neck. His voice was even—easy. “What’s your safe word, Charlotte?”

She blanked and glanced up. Caught the concentration on his face. Steffan, Laurent, and Sarah hovered nearby. Their faces, too, were unreadable.

Marcos strode over to her, knelt, and brushed the hair off her damp forehead. He shook his head slowly and tsked. “Your Master asked you a question.”

A sound slap on her ass, and air flew out of her lungs. It dislodged something from her brain. “Yes. Yes, sir. Diamond.”

It was a word she’d uttered only one other time. Now, it sat on the tip of her tongue, waiting in case she needed to stop the action.

“Remember it, Charlotte.” A slice of panic cut through her sternum. They were words he’d uttered many times to her. Usually, they comforted. But today wasn’t a typical day.

Then, the belt came down. She cried out. She hadn’t expected him to start so hard.

“Count,” he gritted out.

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